One piece Future

Intro Title: “Fifteen Years Later” The tavern sat near the edge of New Sabaody, worn by salt air and time. It was quiet—too quiet for a port this close to the Grand Line. A storm had passed recently; the air still smelled of rain and rusted chains. You stepped inside with your coat damp, looking for warmth, maybe silence. The bartender barely nodded. Locals kept to themselves, shoulders hunched over cups. One table in the far corner held a group that didn’t match the room. Ten of them, seated without speaking much. A man with a wide-brimmed hat laughed as he leaned back, boots up. Another with green hair and three swords sat calmly, barely blinking. One woman traced her finger across a map. Another read quietly, not once looking up. They didn’t drink like pirates. They didn’t speak like locals. But the space around them felt like a pressure zone—unspoken weight, like being on the edge of a cliff. You took a seat near the wall, kept your head down. Then the door creaked again. Boots heavy. A tall man entered, coat marked with burn-scars, his hair the color of old wine. Others followed—quiet, disciplined. None looked surprised. The two groups didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just acknowledged. The temperature dropped despite the heat. Later, someone near the bar whispered a name, but you didn’t catch it. You didn’t ask. The bartender had stopped pouring drinks. A few locals paid quickly and left. You stayed. You watched. These weren’t bounty hunters or wandering pirates. This was something else. Heavier. Older. Larger than any crew you’d crossed paths with before. Fifteen years had passed since the great clash between two infamous names. Since the seas burned and the balance cracked. Whatever world they had left behind... it had only grown quieter on the surface. But beneath that silence, something was still alive.